Brew Views: Army of Darkness

Here comes the boomstick.

Horror buffs will argue that the moment Bruce Campbell
became Bruce Fucking Campbell happened when he fought his own severed,
possessed hand in 1987’s Evil Dead II. But the Campbell persona that cult movie aficionados worship today really came into full flower five years later in Army of Darkness.
That’s where the iron-chinned adopted son of Jacksonville, Ore., truly
evolved into a B-movie Humphrey Bogart, once again stepping into the
embattled loafers of iconic demon destroyer Ash Williams and mowing down
a horde of medieval skeleton warriors, masticating every ironic
one-liner written for him by director Sam Raimi and doing battle with an
army of murderous, pint-sized versions of himself. Sure, the film
mostly abandoned the horror of its predecessor to cram in more
slapstick, but Campbell makes all of it work. Hail to the king, baby.